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Charlie Freak - Steely Dan (斯迪利·丹)
Charlie freak had but one
Thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure
Golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
Hell soon be dead
On the street he spied my face
I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen
Space he told his tale
Poor man he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed
New found cash soon begs to
Smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed
His favorite kind
Poor kid he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways
When I heard I grabbed a cab to
Where he lay
Round his arm the plastic tag
Read d o a
Yes jack
I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend
I'll take your hand
And lead you home
